(Kit and Terrance are walking into the Agency.)

Kit: I don't see why he can't just send us our stupid briefing... I don't care if there's an expert on the subject; he's probably some drunken crackpot anyway.

Terrance: Isn't that a bit pessimistic?

(They turn a corner)

Kit: Oh, you're one to talk Miss I-Refuse-to-Enjoy-Myself-Ever...

Terrance: Are you still on about that gothic club thing?

Kit: Yes. It would have been hilarious.

Terrance: It would have been stupid.

Kit: Dude, it has been proven that anarchists love sexy girls who do the mashed potato during Coal Chamber-

(The pair turn a corner and Kit shuts up. In front of them are two boys about their age, one of them dark-skinned and taller and the other medium-sized and sandy-haired. Kit glares at the taller one, who smirks back.)

Kit: Shawn. Stephan.

Shawn: Why, Kit, why so hostile?

Kit: Funny... they let you out in the daylight now?

Shawn: Ha. Haha. I'm wounded.

Kit: That's a good idea...

Shawn: (faux horror) Are you threatening me?

Kit: Clam up and die, bastard.

Shawn: Anger management, Kit...

Kit: Is there such a thing as Asshole Management? Pity...

Shawn: Bitter doesn't look good on you, Camille. You're going to get wrinkles in places other than your clothes...

Kit: (fuming) Always superficial, aren't we? Come on, Terry, we've got more important things to do...

(Kit starts dragging Terrance away.)

Shawn: I'll see you around, children.

Stephan: (waves) Bye, Kit! Terry!

Terrance: (before she's pulled into Jeff's office) It's Terrance!

Kit: (V.O. Narration) Hn. You know how sometimes a day starts out looking really good? You get up early, you put on some skimpy clothes and start cooking while shakin' your booty to some utterly pointless song...even a little good-natured banter between you and your partner. And then, slowly, life begins to Screw You the Hell Over! Well, that's my day, folks! Welcome to Kit's Personal Hell!

Jeff: Today I've enlisted Meggy. She's an expert of Mythical Poachers, one of which was said to be sneaking around your area.

(Kit nudges Terrance and catches her eye. She mouths, "sneaking around your area" and makes a serious attempt to straighten her features. Terrance bites her lip to try and stifle her laughter. Meggy isn't amused.)